Friday, April 27, 2007

Geek Pedigree

Geek Pedigree

Early geek life, 6-18:

  • First computer IBM PC junior w/ whopping 512 kilobytes of ram!
  • logged on to bulletin board systems (BBS) for the sake of downloading .gif files and playing "food fight."
  • Tried and failed at creating a Doom WAD. A classic example of starting out too complicated.
  • Created a small three person network via serial cable and modem. The serial cord spanned 40 feet into my neighbors window, the other person called in with the modem for revolutionary 3 person Quake deathmatch!
  • Civilization/Halflife/Starcraft addict
  • MS-DOS trained
  • OS reinstallations: at least dozen times

18 - 24
  • Attended LAN parties. Played Unreal tournament and counterstrike
  • Started exploring open source
  • Napster. Nuff said.
  • Took a class on Windows Visual Basic. Barely showed up and got a "B."
  • OS reinstallation: zero - never owned a computer through college

25 - 27
  • Became windows power user. bit torrents, IP blockers, virtual machines, portable apps, etc.
  • Exploring Ubuntu as a dual boot option
  • Taught myself basic HTML, CSS
  • explored RSS, weblogs, Myspace, and integrated marketing techniques learned from college.
  • Using Ubuntu Linux without a windows option.
  • Recovering faulty systems for friends, building computers from old parts.
  • building clientèle for future business in Internet marketing consulting.
  • OS installations: at least a dozen times trying to dual boot and another 8 or so times reinstalling windows after critical crashes.
Never anything malicious, I use my abilities for fun, profit or education.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Rugby stomping on my geek abilities

Rugby
Playing the San Jose Marauders this weekend. I've gotten away from my Lifting program to attend practices. In practice, my finger was cleated and I have cut with a bruise forming around it. Lifting has had a tremendously positive effect on my performance at practice. It's too bad I can't grip any heavy barbells because of my finger.

Linux
With my finger smashed up, I couldn't type very well. I decided to forgo the reinstallation of Linux last night. I'm hoping that an edgy amd64 installation will format the fat32 partition thats been giving me problems. Rugby is stomping on my geek abilities but my geek endeavors are constricting my sex life. A subject I'll only mention, but never write about.


Modeling
Talked with Chris and we are back on for sometime after the Seattle Magnitude tournament in mid may. Hopefully I won't get injured; that would fuck with my master plan. Homeboy might have a perforated intestinal track. I hope he gets well.

I have communicated to Robert the need to have my necklace done by mid march at the latest. Actually I realized that he has a ton of necklaces I could borrow for a shoot. hmmmmmm......

D9C

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Online Comparisons: Dealing With Defective Products

Feisty Fawn craped out on me. I'm trying to get passed a soft CPU lockup that I think has to do my old partitions.

Error: "Fsck died with exit status 1"
Only the Edgy Eft install CD is working and this is consistent with my upgrade crash two weeks ago. It tells me that something that got upgrade tripped up my system.

This puts me flat on my face. I don't know what went wrong and I am reaching out to the Ubuntu community forum for help.

In parallel, I bought a WSU hat online. When it came to the house, I stretched it out for my dome piece only to have the elastic band rip. I have to return this to the company and either get my money back or get another hat.



My next entries will highlight the different processes of these two products and the course of there resolution.

Here is my initial message to www.cudaapparel.com
Hi,
I recently purchase a the WSU baseball cap from your website. Upon receiving the merchandise, The elastic band tore from the fabric of the hat with minimal resistance. I need to return the hat and would appreciate if you could forward this message to the appropriate department.

Thanks!
Initial Google search of my error revealed this site:
http://www.cyberciti.biz/tips/fsck-died-with-exit-status-1.html

Next step is to research the forums with my specific problem.

Since my geek skills are high enough to back up my important information. I am going to reformat the bad Fat32 partition and reinstall Ubuntu. Since Feisty Fawn is not installing I have to install Edgy and get my wireless drivers working properly in order to download the latest update. I won't do this until I know it won't trip up my system.

Still not switching back to Windows!
April 30


I got word back from www.cudaapparel.com and they said they are sending me a return UPS sticker. All I have to do now is decide wether or not I want my money back or a new hat. I'm getting my money back.

Linux is still operational but my wireless will take some setting up. At this point I prefer to start from scratch. I have purchased a stack of DVDs to do a backup of my mp3s and various data.

Without wireless, I can't build a system to play my MP3s. That would require installing and running automatix. I can't watch my movies that come in through greencine. the temporary solution is to install a copy of Mepis Linux.

The beauty of linux is the variety of computing. Mepis, unlike Ubuntu, installs with all the drivers for MP3s, java, browser flash, and hopefully DVD playback. I heard about this linux distro through the Linuxreality.com podcast.






D9C


Friday, April 20, 2007

Feisty Fawn - Stranded but Happy on Linux Island

I got my copy of Feisty Fawn Ubuntu yesterday continuing my experiment of abandoning Microsoft Windows entirely. I have to get some free time to put up a clean install. Then it's on to
Beryl, Amarok, and Kiba.







Will write more later.



Try Ubuntu without installing anything. N00bs, use this article to get situated, then customize it.

A Motorcyle Tale

Originally posted one year ago in Myspace



Thursday, April 20, 2006

Kawasaki Ninja and the San Fran Commute
Current mood: awake
Category: Travel and Places

One of my purchases since moving to California was a Kawasaki Ninja. Besides the BART, (Bay Area Rapid Transit) it is my main source of transportation.


Purchased with 13,000 miles, this bike was once totaled. I gave it the name Lucy after the oldest hominid discovery.

As a motorcycle commuter, I am not influenced by traffic because it is legal for me to drive between the lanes. Danger is always a factor in my daily life. I could brag about living it but I was brought into my situation through necessity. Ride or die

The winter rain can soak you to the bone. But northern Cali weather will allow a person to ride a motorcycle year round.


Everything you need must be able to fit into a backpack or take up no more space than a toaster oven. This was a fundamental change for me to: grocery shop, work out, or be a designated driver. =)

Ive been in two accidents. Both of these Ive had to ride home from.

On days when the rain is pouring, I sing to myself to ignore how cold I am or how I can hardly feel my rain soaked fingers; the song is always the chorus of Godsmack's
voodoo.

Most importantly, understand that I am not a weekend rider. I force these city streets to make room for me and the nimble way I trickle through traffic. Happy 420



Originally posted in Sept on my Tripod site.

The Skinni on the DUI

If your reading this, I consider you to be in my circle of trust

I just got back from my court appearance and will need to return again on Oct 12th. My court appointed counselor moved the date back in order to renegotiate my settlement.

I got pulled over for erratic driving (or ridding as the case may be) while heading home from a friends high school graduation party. I blew a .09 and was hauled off to the drunk-tank where I sat next to two bums for 5 hours until I was released at 5 o’clock in the morning. .08 is the legal limit and I passed my sobriety test w/ flying colors. Just food for thought as I tried not to smell the homelessness.

The goal now is to negotiate my sentence down from Driving Under the Influence to Reckless Driving. In the long run, it is better for my driving record and I can live it down w/ a fine and community service. My brain started turning in the courtroom and I do a lot of volunteer work for a not-for-profit called the San Francisco Fog. If I can convince the judge to accept my man hours web publishing, then I can continue doing work I was already doing and having count as community service.

The only way to pull that off is to sell the Fog story in the courtroom. I am going to get the opinion of other counselors that I know. Everyone who is reading this should know exactly where to find the fog on the web.

I am only allowed to drive to and from work. Any other place is in violation of my replacement license, a pink piece of paper which was given to me at the time of my arrest. My license was taken from me and my bike towed while I watched from inside the patrol car.

As I waited for my time to stand in front of the judge I was reading Sams Teach Yourself Web Publishing with HTML and XHTML and my next project has never been touched by anybody in the Myspace community. Since all of the code tweaking is CSS, I can create a remote control to allow the user to switch between design styles ON THE FLY! I can’t get into the details too much, but if you want to see this in action, visit CSS Zen Garden. My old martial arts school had the same remote control; alas I don’t think they are on the web anymore. =(

Well, that’s all for now. I am putting my Ninja back together from the mechanic’s session that started earlier in the week. You’re in the circle of trust so you better have a damn good reason for sharing this link with anybody.

Doug

P.S. Cops never found the joint I rolled up and tucked away in the padding of my helmet. More food for thought while sitting in the drunk-tank. ;)


The road to getting my license back.

My DUI class is a current weekly reminder about my indiscretion from last June. It is the source of humility. It affords a real perspective on freedom. The ripple effect in my little pond will lest ten years in terms of insurance costs. I still haven't satisfied the court's requirements.


In San Francisco a public defender is better than hiring a lawyer. A hired lawyer will do the same paperwork but it will cost an average of $2,000. My lawyer and I negotiated a $1200 fine plus attend a first time offenders program. This is a negotiation from the following infractions:


  1. Expired Tags

  2. Driving on a suspended license

  3. .09 BAC


In September, my motorcycle was taken for driving on a suspended license. It was the bone headed move of driving without renewing the tags for my license plate. That's why they pulled me over, they towed my bike away because the cop takes your license from you and you have 30 days to rectify this or else you are driving on a suspended license.


The cost of getting my bike out of the tow yard cost more than the bike was worth. And I became dependent of public transportation.

This did not play well in the court room. My lawyer was going through the motions trying to negotiate a better deal during this time.


So in addition to the DUI, I had another court appearance to deal with my suspended license ticket. I converged them to the same day. In retrospect, this was a mistake. I ping ponged down the halls of 850 Bryant until one judge merged my cases into one room.


Afterwards, I walked into the courtroom, everyone was gone with the exception of lawyers and the judge. They were all waiting for me to be dealt with so they could go home. Scary.


This pissed off the DA who no longer wanted to deal with me.


Typically, the strategy for a public defender is to use the pre-trails to request evidence from the DA in order to build a case. The idea of a trail is not desirable to any party involved. The more evidence that gets submitted to the courts, the more the possibility of a trail comes into focus. The DA will lower the settlement requirements in an effort to avoid a trail.


So my strategy took one step forward and two steps back after the DA considered the new suspended license infractions.


The result is my public defender kept plugging away with these pre-trials stalling. I did put all my trust in her abilities and decided that going with the flow was much easier than trying to command action from my lawyer.


For about 8 months I had to take time off of work put on my one good suit, and get ready to be sentenced for my crime. Seriously, after a while I became desensitized to the process. The first time in court, I was expecting a gavel to bang, then justice would be served.


We get to the final pretrial. My anticipation switched from getting a sentence to dealing with an actual trial. This was much worse. A trial means a jury of twelve, guilty or innocent. And higher stakes. Settlement would have been off the table at that point.


There was one thing about public defenders that bothered me. At least in my case, my public defender was incredibly hard to get a hold of. Her voice mail in box was always full, I never got her email address after several tries. I was being lead into a trail without adequate consultation.


Fortunately the public defenders office is right next to the courthouse. I could send one way communications in the form of written letters.


Final pre-trial came and I am one meeting away from going to trial. I haven't consulted with my attorney during the month and I was nervous. I was taken aside and had my meeting with my lawyer to discussed the impact of my decision. A choice I was being consulted on 10 minutes before I was to make it.


I introduced my thought process into the conversation. When the words, “I intend to settle” came out of my mouth, I was given a high five. Only later would I find out though first offenders class that I had gotten a great deal.


Given the elements of what I was on trial for, it was learned in education that I, “Hit one out of the park.” others would share stories of spending thousands on lawyers who simply filled out paperwork and did not fight on behalf of their client.


So now I've completed the educational part of the school. A six week lesson that lasts two hours. Once a week, I sit and listen and participate in discussions. Everyone attends this class in the beginning regardless if you are sentenced to the three, six, or nine month program. It's here where all the new people meet and discuss the steps to reattaining their drivers license, the probability of re-offending and the potential life-altering consequences of your actions.


Although the public transportation in this city is world renowned, I still need to get away from this city. I have a goal of riding to my favorite coffee shop in half-moon bay. The coffee is nothing special. Pacific Highway 1 and Skyline blvd on a motorcycle is the real treat.


not my bike, but definitely my wet dream. =P~


Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Out of the Closet

Part of my Easter experience deals with my visit to Out of the Closet. A thrift store sporting models in fabulously flaming couture. After stuffing my face at the local Taqueria, Amanda insisted we stop in. In a gesture of appeasement, I agreed.

Out of the Closet donates their profits from donated goods to Aids research. The store carries everything, from a sandwich cooker that was too small for one sandwich to the clothes I got that day.

I walked out with a leather jacket, 2 work shirts, 2 casual shirts, a sweater, a new business bag, and some Dickies brand khakis. All of this for $78. =)

Living in gay Mecca, the hand me down stores are chalked full of designer fashion in quality condition. My clothes were Polo, Gap, etc... In fact, the lady in line behind me was a teacher who bought these clothes to sell to kids in the mid-west via on Ebay. Apparently, red states don't even have retail stores with this much fashion. At least they have internet, yeesh!

Needles to say, was overjoyed the selection and price (hence this blog). A feeling never to be outweighed by the fact it came from a place called, "Out of the Closet."

D9C

Monday, April 9, 2007

Easter with an atheist

With Easter comes a renewal of religious consciousness and introspective auditing.

I met my Amanda from MDA camp. MDA is a genetic disease that affects motor skills and strikes at kids. We were both camp counselors for a week at just off Worley, Idaho. This is the place I once allowed my camper to eat as many breakfast sausages as he wanted to the point that he puked in the cafeteria. Hey, it was summer camp. Amanda was the counselor for my campers sister.

So Amanda is what I would call a devote atheist. Her rationale for defending the nonexistence of God is strikingly similar to the argument one uses to validate their faith. Both equally futile. She was in town to visit her friend on a photoshoot and hang out with me over the weekend.

I returned this Sunday from Glyde memorial service. I received great advice from Amanda for my next phase of my modeling career. Essentially this week I will seek consultation from a Talent Agency and if they aren't interested then I will put the project on the back burner.

Amanda is a successful photographer and currently is a Assistant photo editor for Architectural Digest. After reconnecting through Myspace a year ago, I have learned to trust her knowledge of the business. And if the talent agency is interested then I have a way to complete my portfolio through my normal channels.

After church I had a overflowing feeling of the holy spirit. Around Amanda I instantly regained my moderate personality. My spiritual undercurrent kept from reaching the surface.



A sample picture of MDA Camp



Crack family



I saw a family of meth-heads riding the train on my way to church. Their three children were going with their parents to hunt easter eggs. I happened to see them on the train, eggs and baskets in tote, in total pastel joy.

This is the second time I've seen this family out in public, the first instance was walking home on Christmas day. It was then that I could easily identify the effects of drug use as well as the innocent oblivion in the cheery eyes of the little girls.

It strikes me as odd that the bitter sweet experience of watching this dysfunctional family experience joy comes to me during the Lord's holidays.

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Got a brand new Brain!

Linux

I repaired an iPod Photo that had been given to me. I've been addicted to it ever since. I use Amarok to handle transferring my files between the hard drive and the iPod. Not only is this program easy use, but it is far superior for finding duplicates. Have you ever moved your collection from Windows media to iTunes? Then you know that the iTunes music manager copys and converts .WMA files to .MP3 or .ACC creating a pain in the ass to sort through.

Amarok gives you direct access to your files through the playlist or the collection manager, it can display file types giving the user a powerful tool to clean duplicates efficiently. I have a dual booting operating system with my music placed in a third FAT32 partition shared between the two operations systems.

The iPod has a second booting option. When I hold down left on wheel during boot up, Linux boots up within the hard disk of the iPod. The advantage is that the new brain is smart enough to play chess against. Pretty soon, I'll be able to play .WMA and .OGG files, a option that the native operating system can not do.

Linux expands into all things, my old Xbox has a linux system that allows me, or my ex-girlfriend at least, to play burnt DVDs so I could rent a game and theoretically keep it.


Here is another person who wrote about switching to Ubuntu linux.
Also, the best reason yet for trying Ubuntu.


Modeling


Got to see the jewelry design on my necklace yesterday. I am trusting to a point, it looks really ornate from what I had envisioned. I have to see what is up with that before he moves farther in braiding the center piece.

I am contacting Chris Ford for a second shoot, hopefully in a month. We had a lot of fun during the first one. Problem is, I'm starting to lose my muscle definition since the rugby season ended.



DUI

I finished the education portion of my sentence! For those who do not know, my motorcycle days are over and I am sentence to another 6 group sessions with other people who've been given a DUI. That will satisfy 3 months and I can get my drivers license back. Long story short, blew a .09 after being pulled over on my motorcycle for reckless driving (debatable).

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Gun?!

This morning I woke up from a dream. I was texting my friend the word, "gun?!" hoping that there might be one to kill the person next door.

His victims were the people inside the home whom he had their appendages surgically removed. Earlier, I was rallying help from the onlookers because I was attempting to kill him with a garden hoe. The demon responded by blowing up a gas main in the back of the house to aggravate the situation. Everyone else had fled after the explosion; I took refuge next door.

In the dream, I clung to the idea that it was my roll to kill this "person." He was a man for sure, but demons can take other forms. As if it were a video game, I was frantically pressing the buttons on my phone trying to find the solution to get through this stage of the fight.

I remember the victims eyes said more terror then their mouths ever could. I remember the uselessness of words after locking eyes with him. I felt born into this moment for this reason.

My flight or fight response wasn't preventing me from feeling absolutely terrified in that moment; Hell, I hadn't even seen the damage the explosion had cause to the house yet. It just prevented me from running from the situation. I woke up right before my text message for a gun could be responded to.